"If you're still speaking Japanese, how come Ican understand you?" Because you're speaking Japanese too!" she cries."What the..." Larry laughs. "Sorr... to tell you but that's impossible!" As impossible as the existence of the Shibuya Witch, right?" she grins."Exactly," nods Larry."Then explain why you're tits are bigger than mine!" she laughs.Larry opens his mouth to say something before doing a double-take andfully comprehending what the girl said. He looks down at his chest andfinally. I smile at Aikaterine. 'You were born for my purposes my love.' Her eyes fly open and she looks at me shocked. I smile at her, feeling her soul leave. 'Just like last time...' Her eyes drift shut as I orgasm inside her.I pull out and and position her, arms crossed below the dagger, feet together, she looks to be sleeping. I cover her with a sheet. 'Now. For Demkian.' I grab my tunic from the floor dressing as I leave to visit him as I think of how similar this encounter with Aikaterine was to. The game was a chance for guys to masturbate together: Comradeship, physical unity and release as well as openness and honesty; these high qualities were fostered by the game. But, of course, the game had its darker side too. It could be used to isolate any one member whom the gang considered an outcast, an upstart or just a total jerk. Then the manly art of communal masturbation would be practiced with a dual purpose: to unify the group and validate their 'essence' while at the same time to. One day while chatting with some random guys, a guy message me, he was basically from Latur & occasionally come to Mumbai in work related things. The chat started with a normal hello, then sharing our personal information (age, location, likes, dislikes etc).We exchanged some normal pics and he seemed to like me and I found him as a very genuine and a sweet person by the way he was talking to me. He was not like others who would just want you for sex. His age was around 30 at that time and was.